Pick a Weapon.. Any Weapon..
 

Rap About How You're Goin To Kill The Cat Above You With The Weapon He Left For You... Then You Leave A Weapon For The Next Cat To Use.

First Weapon = Tampon, compliments of the realists private store or them .

Six Lines MINIMUM

I see feebles ass struttin down the street
and i catch my sheet' and realized i took the wrong bag
my bitches tampons inside, and hes walkin the alley wit nuttin to his side
nigga owes me money
but i think tampons only supposed to be on a clit'
never mind this niggas a pussy - time to hit
i beat him wit it till its bloody,
take his money its funny he left it for me
Now hes layin next to the trash bloody
and a tampon coverin it up...

I leave you a gas powered lawn mower

Straight from breakfast, Meters goes to mow his lawn,
Constantly being smirked at by this cat he merked on,
Feeling the jealousy and envy was enough to make Meters crazy,
So he thought of a ploy to break fast with the mexican cousin of crazy, during the meal Loco spouted on and on,
about how when he fucked little boys he refused to wear a condom,
'fuck this', said Meters, 'this is shit is audacious,'
'it's bullshit that there can be friendships within the seperate races,
So Meters tied on a bandana, and started his lawn mower up,
and if there's every a most minced meat contest, he'll surely win the cup

Alright. Weapon-----> an umbrella

just like the pegiun in batman my umbrella is a muthafuckin gat man/
how you like that man i lay you flat stick you with the pontied end/
I never let my weapon go inside cause that shits bad luck/
when the rain comes if you ain't got one kid your as is stuck/
niggas falling like rain but i got my protection keep it above my head/
your falling so you open your umbrella to catch airflow but your ass is dead/

weapon = a sniper rifle.

This lyrical sniper pinpoints his words somewhat accurately
Jus like when I see him through my scope pull da trigger: Catastrophe!
When this Cat is speakin his verse I'll lyricall murder him
Cross hairs lead to a hearse shoot him in the soft spot below da chin
Walk up to youy body while you be bleedin by the mic
One mo bullet to da head cause you living jus aint right

Weapon=A White Out Pen

My weapon is a whiteout pen shit where do i begin/
like a fag you can write out man but your shits not intrigin/
i make liquid paper over verse cause that should shouldn;t exist/
when emcees spit weak shit like your flow i tend to get pissed/
and you know this muthafucker going then straight to your heart/
you want me to fix your shit oh damn where do i start/
you got no flow,meta4's, skills or talent on the MIC/
give up this shit kid cause you flow like a dyke/


next weapon : a ninja sword

i'll hit you with my pack-back fully equipped with bricks/
rapping is only for the tight peeps not for these pussy dicks/
claiming they killing off niggaz, when they gloat n brag/
thats why they be the nigga's gettin tost off a boat in my back-pack bag/
like slag from melted lava, i'll leave you hard n crusty/
i'm like water when it hits metal, i'll leave you scrappy n rusty/


Weapon - Electronic Fan

My shells leave dust wit my electronic fan
I've came to save the world but nigga i ain't superman
i'm known as the street pusha cuz i pushed dat cain
man, iff niggas don't play they get cut wit the electro fan
Young the one hated, but i back reppin the metro land

weapon: the keyboard

This guy want me to kill him with the keyboard
then I'll make him type 'till you can type no more
Your fingers will get so tired they'll probably fall off
and thenI'll shovem up your ass one by one and then I'll throw you off a loft
You will land on the hard cement and break your neck
and I'll be laughing while you is cold and dead

next weapon - micro machines

micromachines are perfect for my inovative scheme
my goal in life is to destroy all your dreams
Got my eyes set on target like a tractor beam
pickin up this micromachine I attack your spleen
look at me I got a micro boat
guess whats its for...
thats right, slittin your throat

Next weapon: Micheal Jacksons glove

ok let me start this out again after im gunna give a new weapon considering the last two havnt

my current weapon are my hands

look at you spittin out like a fool
are you an ethiopian
hey your names manute bull
the rhymes you just spit out are sustained
ill take both hands
and rip your skeleton out your flesh frame
hit you with a left, hit you with a right, one more hit
and I'll have you seein lights
thats not a UFO cat
your just watching me swirl
whats the matter you cant tell Im out of this world
all this pain is what you get for burnin me
in about a minute you'll be sleepin for eternity

Next weapon: Corn on the Cob

Dis cat better step quick
I can take him out wit the best shit im left wit
I was left wit vegetables so first a fist he is met wit
When we meet on the streets you cower like a bitch
You aint so hard when you aint wit ya click
So I shoved that corn down you throat like you was suckin a dick
It was kinda sad to watch him strugglin for air
Watchin him spit up blood jus gurgglin in fear
I'll watch you die with no feelins no care
Stop reachin ya hand up im leavin you there

Next weapon Bike chain

get my hand and strap it on a land man
s ican bobmb u guys syuck a sand land man 2
and ya this is gay but so what its a stupid cypher not a pide piper
so nigga get riped off like spagetti jars
ya big bars open like smitten cars
hollsa

holal wuts the fuckin weapon?

i'll make it a wet rag, gag you till your unconscious
in otherwords dead, once i play the flow you accomplished
you shits so unheard of, sleep is an obligation
like addams family, so wut i liek it, that doesn't give you any admiration
you the wackest. sorry to dissapoint
god damn hairy? not even a wet rag...could bring out the pores

next is a stobe light

word

i was in my room chillin, on rapbattles.com...
then some rapist guy had a gun to my mom....
He said get on the floor, i only had a moment...
i had to think quick, find a weakness and expose it...
i saw my chance, you best believe it, i tried...
put a strbe light in is face until he had a seizure and died!

Next Weapon: a Pack of Hotdogs

Dis cat ran up on me around me hood
He had a gun so i did the only thing i could
I ran to the house duckin bullets and shit
lookin for a weapon only a pack of hot dogs in the bitch
They were in the freezer freezin
Im thinkin about makin him stop breathin
Fuck it he aint got no bullet ill give him a ball park beaten.

Your computer monitor

yo docDizzie U just gone and did it//
given me the COmputer monitor for my benifit//
I'll smash ur motha fuken Head//
Keep Doin it to make sure ur dead//
blood in my eyes "FUCK" i can't see//
i can't see that ur not breathen so i keep goin//
Keep saying io rhymen in my head i keeps flowing//

next weapon i guy called Bob

draw a pack of hot dogs from the refrigderator
saddled to battle with my high school administrator
i approached the balding adversary and his gripped pen and paper
and began my battering strategy against this educational shaper
i grabbed him by his clip on tie, ripped on his mouth, opened it wide
i unwrapped my savory entre and as he cried for his fiance, he choked on more than pride.

fuck discount that

since no one used bob ill use him


this dude named bob had beef wit me as soon as i came up in RB forum/but tha way i dismantal this dude u would denie u eva knew him/now yall already know im comin to yall hard/my flow stiff like bricks and i aint homo dude my dic not hard/all i wont is yall to know my name and that took 5 bars/

my bad next weapon a pack of hot sauce from KFC

get the sauce and imbed it in ya skull cavaty, not the acadamy but suicidal tendacies
black market is they say was the terget, but you my taget son
kfc would b u when i rotisery roast u wit bar b q drips nigga
slash ya tires so u cant leave far, snuck back so u fuck hard

It is a retard Im choosing my own weapon.

I hear his brains go splat
the reaction of my bace ball bat
the mettal slamin in his head
By now hes got to be dead
This fucker made a big mistake
Next rap should be about a rake!

Man i hate those fuken muppets they look retarded...
now My Lyrical Terror u gonna get bombarded..
thanks for the weapon wat was it a rake...
that is the worste weapon u can hand me was a BIG mistake..
start hitting u over tha head until it wil brake..
the next weapon will be a Killing Snake...


next weapon Killing Snake!!!!!!

killa snake, one bite u fell baked
venom rushin through yo body holdin yo life at stake
havin 10 se¢onds left and know one to turn to
wat ¢ha gonna do wene the fukin snake bites u
shit happens for a reason but it usualy doesn't last long
did u think the way u died would be from a python
or a ¢obra thi¢k as i¢e and strong az a renage
u been afraid but dawg realy, your-lifes-juss-been-played

sorry nex weapon be vol¢ani¢ ash or juss a vol¢ano, w/e works fo u

ill take some volcanic ash and light it with a match...
You can run your ass out but you will be catched...
Tackle you to the ground shove the ash in your eyes..
Let it burn your sight away and soon take your life...
Shove some down your throat so it burns your heart..
Cause you died when the ashes made you burn apart..

Next Weapon-- Tin Foil

I come through like a super hero ya plans been spoiled
I will kill then save in a container wraped in tin foil
Better yet i rip the foil cut you and leave you a coils
sliced and diced in a barrage of advanced paper cuts
Put you in a tomb wraped up like king tut
Walk like nothing happen leavin ya body a muck


Next weapon ya moms fake finger nails

imma cut you in the face till you look like leaded rust
then ill blind you in the eyes using shredded dust
bleedin all over like you was caught in a lawnmower
my weapon'll slice your dick off from a shower to a grower
a bloody defeat, as if burned from cinder flares
but in reality, all i used was yo mommas finger nails

a cell phone

a cell phone is all i need to elimate d-verse's world
143 on the phone as i converse with his girl
riding spinners on a hearst.wait no one's in it
rollover minites dont count when theres no more minites
i flow infinite as you search me up on lyco's
still the shizz-nitt , even with the typo's


****next weapon: a rubber band

idont think this guy understands
mess wit me n get hit wit a rubberband
but on the other hand
i could just smack him wit my left hand
leave a mark wit rubber
it would hurt more if you had a little blubber

next weapon: time control

The velocity of the band flys through the air/
Back of the head, stumbles and now aware/
I grab the band and unleash fury on his head/
Double it until its beat read, triple 'til hes dead/

^^^Ahha.

Weapon: Allan Houston Bobble Head Doll. Ahha.

Fuck Given!!! Ahha, its okay playa.

Ill use em both

These two cats tryed to jump me in the lab
I aint had nothing to give them a stab
So i grabed from my allan houston bobbles head
Beat ape over the head hope that he's dead
Given tryed to sneak me from behind
I gave to knobs a wind Tossed him in a portal to see what he finds
All i know is that i hope he enjoys the prehistoric times.

Next weapon Your opponent own foot.

i was shaking up my big red just to watch the pop fizzle
i twisted the cap off OMG!!!! it's docdizzle
im more pissed off than an unemployed doc rivers
so i got sisscors. start cuttin at his heart to his grissle
something told me to steal his shiny pink pumps
not reebok but high heels to do the georgia stomp
but he had a size 10 and a size 6 and a half
so i chopped off his little foot and kicked his ass


next weapon: a michael jackson glove

Smile as i don the glove of the king of POP,
And hit you with a flurry of punches like my name was crack rock,
i won't stop, until the job is done, and your belt is undone,
By the end of this we'll see who's really been sonned,
Slap you in the face like you was as impertinent as latoya,
strength in numbers but the fact that i'm the only jacson here heigtens the paranoia

Oh! My bad. Next weapon........
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a trampoline

okay, okay man my bullet leave you shakin like "tickle me elmo"
I'm fancy wit my gun like "Jay Will" wit his "elbow"
man it'll leave ya head retracting like a rubber band
you'll still be a virgin if it wasn't for ya other hand
i will kill this last verse, while i'm killin the other man

my bad i did not use the correct weapon
next weapon the blue pen

this man drops two lines an picks the weakest-weapons//
what he can spit in hours, i simply speak-in-seconds//
delete-his-sentence, while im swingin with some mountain-dew//
i spit the way that fountains-spew til you hit ground-and-through//
you should be shakin when my weapons carbonation starts-enflatin//
ill inject it in your blood until your hearts-intakin.....

Anono